Christmastime is here, by golly...

Last night was the annual Rudsambee Christmas Party, hosted by the inimitable John and Susan who once again provided a warm reception and some hot potatoes. We felt less busy than previous years, but nobody could decide whether it was because there really were fewer people or if it just seemed calm and quiet without Frances and Sari.

Riotous or not, it was still a jolly jape; Anne wore what may be the shiniest skirt in the world (it may have been part of a dress, it was difficult to be sure because all you could look at was THE SKIRT), Rachel brought the bab and Angus brought a lady friend, much to Anne's excitement apparently. Babybel was passed around like a parcel - mercifully without the unwrapping.



After the small feast we suffered through enjoyed a new Rudsambee-centric version of We Three Kings, adapted by Robin and performed by Claire1, Jenny, Robin and Sebastian. Here, for their embarrassment and in the name of Posterity, is the song:



This was followed by the traditional Jenny-giving-thankyou-gifts section of the evening, the high point of which was Helen's reaction to getting something a little extra for all of her work on the CD, and then the now inevitable cello-and-piano Jazzathon, courtesy of Anne and Sebastian. Those amongst us of a more delicate constitution retreated at this point to the front room for quiet chat and a gentle appreciation of how draught-free it was.

Apparently we've been selling POTS of CDs (pots here is a technical term used for counting sales of something which you are excited to sell) and are already close to covering the cost of making it. Reviews coming in from friends and relative are positively gushing, including Sheena - which I think made the old-timers feel rather good.

And so we lok forward to Longformacus on Saturday and Black Medicine on Sunday. If you feel the need to see us before the spring then do come along to one of these - you could even buy a CD! In the meantime, here are some photos of the Christmas nonsense so far.

Chris